I'd call him back. The conversation almost always went something like this:
"What are you doing?"
"Just finishing up work. What are you doing?"
"I'm just at home. We can talk about it when you get here."
And I would go. Sometimes we'd stay in and drink Mai Tais all night long.
Sometimes we'd go out to a bar or a club or to meet friends.
If we stayed in, we'd usually just lounge on the couch watching TV. Some Ultimate Fighting thing or a baseball game. We'd watch and drink and laugh and flirt, with me all the while hoping that he'd want to the evening to last as long as I did. He usually did.
If we went out, the evening wouldn't really get started until around 9:00. We'd dance and drink and laugh and flirt, with me all the while hoping that he'd want to the evening to last as long as I did. He usually did.
Those Friday nights have long since passed. I no longer wonder if he's going to call. I'm not worried that he doesn't want the evening to last as long as I do. We don't go out much anymore. Unless it's to the backyard to visit the chicks and the baseball playing monkeys running around out there.
Somethings haven't changed, however. We still lounge on the couch watching TV. Some DVD thing or a ball game. We still watch and drink and laugh and flirt. It's just more comfortable now.
And much more fun.
